I don’t realize that “Leader of the Pack” is a song about a jilted lover dying in a motorcycle crash. Should that lyric upset a bar full of bikers?

What is more painful: Gallstones, a root canal, or being the victim of phone video hijacking? Being forced to watch a video on someone’s phone is irritating, but I suppose it’s a matter of magnitude.

Good God, jump to recipe! How do recipes warrant so many words? I am an avid cook and an avid reader, but I don’t want to read a 3,000-word essay on chicken tandoori when I’m hungry.